There is protest by way of visual apprehension. He gathers the same items, assembles them in the same way (with his partially toasted marshmallow to boot), and looks at the assembled dessert as if it were certain to betray him at any moment.

Emet-Selch tries his best to take the smallest bite of a single corner so that it doesn't end in a mess, which only assures all the layers smoosh together in a way that oozes out on all other sides and all over his hands.

"Oh, for the love of - " So much for remaining eminently graceful. "Can we do naught else but the undesirable camping activities?"